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The plane landed in Changsha the following day.

Zhao Yanxi stretched out a big yawn, her long, light blue hair getting a little messy from rubbing against the back of the chair.

"Finally back!"

After getting off the plane, she grabbed Ding Heng's arm and snuggled against him sweetly, asking, "Brother Ding Heng, where are we going later?"

Ding Heng glanced at the time: "Let's go back to the hotel first, and then decide."

Wenjing followed beside them, watching their interaction, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Wasn't Yan hope punished last night? Why is she acting like nothing happened today?

Wen Jing had some idea about the interactions between Ding Heng and Zhao Yanxi, since the three of them often stayed together in the presidential suite of a hotel.

No matter how good the soundproofing is, some noises can't be completely blocked out.

Sometimes when I get up in the middle of the night to get a bottle of water, I can hear muffled sounds coming from the master bedroom, like crying or something else...

Wenjing blushed and quickly dismissed the thought.

Sometimes she wondered if Ding Heng would treat her the same way.

But with the first semester coming to an end, Ding Heng didn't seem to have any further plans.

He ate and took walks with her every day, occasionally rubbing her face and pinching her hands, just like a normal college couple.

But their relationship is clearly not that normal...

Wenjing secretly glanced at Ding Heng's profile before lowering her head again.

What puzzled her even more was that, compared to Zhao Yanxi, Ding Heng was far more tolerant of her mistakes.

For example, this trip to Shanghai.

It was clearly a mistake made by both of them, but in the end, only Zhao Yanxi was left behind to be "educated" separately.

She received almost no punishment whatsoever.

Wenjing had a vague feeling that this was not a good thing.

It's more like accumulating a prize pool.

Finally, give her a big one!

The three returned to the Chujiang Hotel and took the elevator to the 27th floor.

Ding Heng went to the dressing room to change his clothes, and Zhao Yanxi pulled Wen Jing to slump onto the sofa.

"Little Jingjing..."

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer, looking both resentful and aggrieved: "I had a terrible night last night."

Wenjing blinked: "What did Ding Heng do to you...?"

"I can't tell you that, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight after hearing it!"

Zhao Yanxi said meaningfully, "But don't worry, you'll experience it someday... So I still advise you to take the initiative sooner rather than later, otherwise the longer you drag it out, the bigger the consequences will be."

Wenjing pouted.

Zhao Yanxi is outgoing, bold, and outspoken.

She has always been an invisible person, hiding in the background of the crowd.

Last time, I was encouraged by Zhao Yanxi and finally made up my mind, but I failed to succeed in one go. Now I am exhausted after another.

Ding Heng came out after changing his clothes: "Going to class this afternoon? Or going out for a walk again?"

Just as Wenjing was about to say that she should go back to class, Zhao Yanxi raised her hand first.

"Shopping! Shopping! Shopping!"

She jumped up from the sofa: "I want to buy new clothes! New shoes! New bags!"

Although she didn't want to interfere with Ding Heng's spending, Wen Jing's heart still started to bleed when she heard Zhao Yanxi's words, that spendthrift woman.

She whispered a reminder: "Yan hope...didn't you promise last time that you wouldn't ask Ding Heng for anything before the New Year?"

Zhao Yanxi looked completely innocent: "Didn't we just celebrate the New Year the day before yesterday?"

"You, you, you..."

Wenjing's face turned green with anger: "How could you do this!"

"What about me?"

Zhao Yanxi said matter-of-factly, "Just tell me if it's Chinese New Year or not."

Wenjing was completely speechless, and looked at Ding Heng with a pitiful expression, hoping that he could teach this spendthrift woman a lesson.

Ding Heng stepped forward, reached out and ruffled the heads of the two girls, his smile a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.

"Alright, let's go."

Yesterday I was a bit too rough with the item. Even though there was a bug like the ointment, some compensation is still appropriate.

The shopping mall still bears traces of the New Year's Day decorations.

Zhao Yanxi, like a wild horse, dragged Wenjing from the first floor to the third floor, and from the third floor to the fifth floor.

Ding Heng followed behind, occasionally being pulled over to help with references, and occasionally taking out his phone to pay.

When they came across a couples' clothing store, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped.

"Wow! This looks great!"

She pointed to a sweatshirt in the shop window; it was off-white with simple cartoon patterns printed on it.

Wenjing leaned over for a look: "It's alright..."

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Zhao Yanxi dragged the two of them into the store.

"What would you three like to see? We just got some new arrivals, these are couple styles, you can take a look..."

The sales assistant greeted them warmly, her gaze sweeping over the three of them, a sense of unease creeping into her mind.

One man and two women?

Looking to visit a couples' clothing store?

Zhao Yanxi completely ignored the strange looks from the sales assistant and picked up a sweatshirt to try it on.

"Brother Ding Heng, how's this one?"

Ding Heng nodded: "It's alright."

"Xiao Jingjing, what do you think?"

Wenjing whispered, "It's alright..."

"This one is the one!"

Zhao Yanxi immediately decided, "Let's each get one!"

Wenjing was stunned: "Huh? I want one too?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Yanxi declared confidently, "The three of us will wear them together!"

Three people?

Wear them together?

The sales assistant clicked her tongue in amazement after hearing this, but still maintained a warm smile.

"Um... this one comes in four colors: black, white, pink, and blue. The ladies can choose pink and blue, and the gentleman can choose black..."

Zhao Yanxi enthusiastically began assigning tasks: "Then... Xiao Jingjing, you wear pink, I'll wear blue, and Ding Heng will wear black!"

Wenjing was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear: "Yanxi! This...this isn't right."

"What's wrong with it?"

Zhao Yanxi shoved the clothes into Wenjing's arms: "Go try it on, go try it on!"

Wenjing subconsciously looked at Ding Heng, who also looked helpless and gestured to Wenjing to listen to Zhao Yanxi's arrangements.

Last time I accompanied Hua Qing to buy matching outfits; this time it's Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi.

Who will it be next time?

Why not just have them all custom-made?

A few minutes later, the fitting room doors opened simultaneously.

Wenjing clutched the hem of her clothes, her face flushed, and dared not look up.

The pink color made her look even more delicate, and the loose fit couldn't hide her exaggerated figure, with the fabric at her chest being stretched into an arc.

Zhao Yanxi, as always, was lively and swirled around confidently, then pulled Ding Heng to the mirror for a photo.

Ding Heng stepped forward to pay the bill, and when he clicked to pay, he didn't notice at all that the payment method was a supplementary card from Longhe.

Three minutes later, his phone vibrated.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Image]

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Matching outfits?

Ding Heng clicked on the image, which was a screenshot of his credit card transaction history.

[Ding Heng]: What?

【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: What do you mean by buying three couple outfits at once?

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Still taking my money?

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: []

[Ding Heng]: Didn't you tell my brother to use it freely?

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: ...

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: []

A system notification popped up in Ding Heng's mind.

【Wings of Calamity: Dragongrass】

[Current Status: Enraged Evil Dragon]

【HP: 76%】

It dropped another 1%.

Back in the car, Wenjing was still a little embarrassed: "Yanxi, isn't it a bit strange that the three of us are wearing matching outfits?"

It's one thing to sneak around on ordinary days, but to wear clothes out in public is tantamount to directly announcing their improper relationship.

Zhao Yanxi was applying lipstick in front of the mirror when she heard this. She looked up and said confidently, "That's great. It saves Ding Heng the trouble of changing clothes."

Wenjing was still conflicted: "But what if someone sees us..."

"So what if they saw it? It's just a piece of clothing. What's there to be afraid of not being able to explain?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled and leaned forward, saying, "Besides, someone dares to do it but doesn't dare to admit it?"

"Sit still!"

Ding Heng raised his hand and tapped Zhao Yanxi on the forehead, then turned to comfort Wen Jing.

"It's just clothes, don't take it to heart!"

"Um."

Wenjing nodded obediently, no longer hesitating.

In the evening, Ding Heng took the two girls back to school and then drove back to his dormitory.

As soon as the car stopped downstairs in front of the dormitory building, a familiar figure walked towards us.

Chen Mo, carrying a backpack, probably just returned from the library. Upon seeing Ding Heng's car, he immediately jogged over.

"Old Ding!"

"Old Chen."

Ding Heng got out of the car and waited for him to go upstairs together.

Chen Mo smiled and asked, "Why are you only just getting back?"

"Something came up in Shanghai and I was delayed."

Ding Heng countered, "And you? Did the meeting go smoothly?"

"fine!"

"That's good."

"Oh, right..."

Chen Mo suddenly remembered something and took out his phone: "Oh right, Lao Ding, I've transferred the concert ticket money to you."

Ding Heng was taken aback and opened his phone.

A payment notification popped up on Alipay, showing exactly the market price of two concert tickets.

"Why are you being so polite?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to keep you waiting too long."

Chen Mo scratched his head, fully aware of the situation.

If it weren't for Ding Heng, buying tickets from scalpers himself would have cost much more than this.

"Do you have enough money for your own expenses?"

"It's alright, Su Ke gave me the money for the tickets and asked me to transfer it to you."

"She's a lovely girl, don't let her down."

"That's why I have to work hard..."

The two chatted all the way back to their dorm. Ding Heng played games for a while and was about to wash up and go to bed when his phone suddenly vibrated.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Back in Changsha?

Ding Heng swiped his finger across the screen.

Ding Heng: Hmm.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: When will you come to see me?

[Ding Heng]: What's wrong, senior? You missed me?

[Ding Heng]: Or are you already impatient to be dealt with by me?

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Scumbag!

Ding Heng chuckled and continued replying.

[Ding Heng]: Final exams are coming up soon, senior, wait for me after my exams.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Oh.

Conversation ends.

Ding Heng put his phone aside, recalling the progress of Hua Qing's one percent emotional ties being severed, and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

To further advance the emotional connection between Hua Qing and her boyfriend, we need to increase the stimulation, but given Hua Qing's personality, we can't go too far.

Also, why did the progress of severing emotional ties suddenly increase?

Was it because Hua Qing felt that night that she could never catch up with Long He in his heart?

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After all, Hua Qing should have heard what was said at the concert.

Ding Heng rubbed his temples.

Finding the right balance is a bit difficult.

……

The following morning, the last professional class of the semester.

The teacher was chanting scriptures on the platform, while the students below were mostly drowsy.

Exam week is just around the corner, followed by winter break, and very few people are really interested in attending classes anymore.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, letting the words go in one ear and out the other, silently planning his winter break.

Around the eve of the Lunar New Year, my father, Qu Zhen, and my adopted sister will all come to Xingcheng to prepare for the New Year, which will definitely take up a lot of their time.

Afterwards, we will go to Tibet to celebrate the Tibetan New Year again.

How much time can I spend with Wenjing, Zhao Yanxi, and Hua Qing during the entire winter break?

How to arrange things among them is another problem.

The more I think about it, the more complicated it becomes; the more I think about it, the more my head aches.

My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a friend request.

ID: [White Horse is Not a Horse]

Note: [Hello, brother, I am Pema Yangjin. Please approve my request!]

Pema?

Why did this girl suddenly add me as a friend?

Ding Heng clicked "agree," and a message popped up immediately.

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Hello, brother. I will arrive in Xingcheng tomorrow morning. Do you have time?

Her tone was formal and polite, leaving Ding Heng completely bewildered.

Did this cheap little sister take the wrong medicine?

[Ding Heng]: What are you doing in Xingcheng?

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: My mother asked Secretary Huang to come to Xingcheng to choose an apartment to arrange for the New Year. I happened to be on holiday, so I came along.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: If it's convenient for you, brother, please come with us. Mother said she will seriously consider your opinion.

Can senior high school students get a holiday this early?

Or is it because ethnic minorities have different customs?

In addition... should we consider his opinion when purchasing a house in Xingcheng?

It seems that Qu Zhen genuinely wants to start a "new family".

[Ding Heng]: I have no objection. Just give me a time and I'll come pick you up.

【白马非马】: Okay, the plane will land at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

The next morning at 10:00 AM, Xingcheng Airport.

Ding Heng drove to the airport and waited quietly at the exit.

At 10:00 AM sharp, the flight landed on time.

A few minutes later, the crowd began to pour out.

Ding Heng spotted a petite figure in the crowd at a glance.

She wore a pink beret on her head, with a pair of big, round eyes visible on the brim.

She wore a creamy white short plush coat, and a pink scarf framing her cute little face, making her skin appear even whiter.

The hem of her top just reached her waist, revealing a pink mini skirt on her lower body. Her cute little legs were covered by pure white tights, paired with adorable pink slouch socks and platform boots.

Judging by its appearance alone, at first glance it looks cute and soft, like a sweet strawberry cream ice cream, giving you the urge to hug it and take a big bite.

Unfortunately, she's essentially a wicked little devil...

Secretary Huang followed behind Baima, dressed in a smart black overcoat.

"Happy New Year, Brother!"

Upon arriving in front of Ding Heng, Baima greeted him in standard Mandarin, her voice sweet and lovely, with a well-behaved smile on her face.

Ding Heng: "..."

Is this girl really Bai Ma, the one he had a feud with in Rongcheng? Or has it been changed to someone else?

Secretary Huang followed and greeted him politely, "Mr. Ding, thank you for coming to pick us up."

"It's no trouble at all."

Ding Heng took the suitcase: "Let's go, the car is outside."

After getting on the bus, Baima sat quietly and properly in the back seat.

Secretary Huang sat in the passenger seat, opened his tablet, and began to explain the situation to Ding Heng.

"Mr. Qu means he wants to buy a villa in Xingcheng as a long-term residence for his family. Ideally, it would be a detached house with a backyard, in a quiet and peaceful environment, so that everyone can enjoy holidays and festivals in a convenient way."

Ding Heng nodded without saying anything.

Secretary Huang continued, "I have already contacted three real estate agents and arranged to view five houses. In addition, President Qu instructed that your opinion must be respected and the final decision rests with you."

Ding Heng glanced at Bai Ma in the back seat through the rearview mirror: "What's your sister's opinion?"

The little girl obediently replied, "I'll listen to my brother."

"OK!"

Ding Heng knew very well that his old house was indeed not suitable for Qu Zhen to live in.

Firstly, there are still portraits of my mother and old belongings in the house.

Secondly, Qu Zhen has a driver, secretary, bodyguards, and so on, so ordinary residential apartments simply cannot accommodate her.

The first house was at the foot of Yuelu Mountain, in a development called "Lushan Villas".

The car stopped at the entrance of the residential area, where a real estate agent in a suit and tie had been waiting for a long time, greeting us with a big smile.

"Hello Ms. Huang, this is Xiao Wang from Lianjia. I'll be serving you today."

Secretary Huang nodded and introduced Ding Heng: "This is Mr. Ding. Today, we'll mainly hear his decision."

The agent's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned to Ding Heng, handing him his business card with both hands: "Hello, Mr. Ding! It's an honor to meet you! These apartments today are all carefully selected by us; we guarantee they will meet your requirements!"

Ding Heng took the business card: "You're too kind. Could you please show me the way?"

The real estate agent enthusiastically led the three of them inside, introducing the community's environment, amenities, and property management along the way.

Baima followed at the back, appearing distracted.

Upon entering the villa, the real estate agent began his lengthy introduction.

"This house has a floor area of ​​480 square meters, three floors above ground and one floor below ground, five bedrooms, three living rooms, six bathrooms, an 80-square-meter private garden, and an indoor swimming pool..."

Ding Heng walked around the various rooms, secretly marveling at himself. He never imagined he would one day be able to choose a villa...

Thank you, beautiful Hoh Xil!

Thank you, Tibetan antelope!

Seeing his indifferent attitude, the agent felt a little unsure and became even more eager to approach him.

"Mr. Ding, look how well this master bedroom is lit! This walk-in closet is for your wife! And this children's room is for your child!"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

child?

He glanced at Baima, wondering if the agent had misunderstood something.

Bai Ma maintained a sweet smile, but Ding Heng clearly saw her secretly roll her eyes.

After watching three sets of videos, Ding Heng still didn't give a clear answer.

The real estate agent was sweating profusely with anxiety, but Secretary Huang remained calm, quietly noting down the pros and cons of each property.

The fourth house is a riverside villa on the Xiangjiang River.

The real estate agent was a young and beautiful girl. When she saw that it was Ding Heng choosing a house, she became incredibly enthusiastic.

If Secretary Huang hadn't been there, she probably would have shoved her 36D breasts right into Ding Heng's face.

"Mr. Ding, look! The floor-to-ceiling windows in this living room face the Xiang River directly! The view is absolutely stunning!"

"This master bedroom balcony is perfect for a coffee table. Imagine waking up in the morning to a cup of coffee, enjoying the river view—how wonderful!"

"This bathroom could easily fit a large, temperature-controlled bathtub; four or five people could sit in it comfortably!"

Ding Heng stood on the balcony, gazing at the hazy river in the distance, his mind wandering.

Baima stood to one side, her small body shivering in the river wind.

She glanced at Ding Heng secretly, then at the real estate agent, and her lips twitched slightly.

While the agent went to open the next door, she leaned close to Ding Heng's ear and whispered in dialect in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"You're not going to be playing the big boss so badly that you can't quite get the part, are you?"

Ding Heng glanced at her.

Sure enough, Baima is still the same Baima.

Seeing Secretary Huang following her, Bai Ma quickly stepped back and resumed her obedient demeanor.

By the time we finished looking at the house, it was nearly evening.

Secretary Huang communicated with the real estate agent about the follow-up matters, while Ding Heng and Bai Ma waited at the entrance of the residential area.

Baima seems to have ADHD and can't sit still; she occasionally tiptoes to look into the distance, and sometimes she lightly hops around a couple of times...

Her various adorable little gestures almost made Ding Heng mistake her for Wenjing and intend to go up and pat her head and rub her face.

Suddenly, she looked up at Ding Heng with pleading eyes and asked in a soft voice, "Brother, could you come with me to visit the university?"

Ding Heng was taken aback: "Why go to Hubei University?"

"I want to apply to Hubei University in the future."

Bai Ma blinked her big eyes: "So I wanted to go and check it out beforehand."

The clumsy excuse made Ding Heng's lips twitch...

Just then, Secretary Huang walked over and, upon hearing this, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Bai Ma wants to visit the university? That's great! Mr. Ding, would you please accompany her? I still need to contact the chef and nanny, and arrange a hotel as well..."

"this……"

Ding Heng looked slightly troubled.

"Brother, please take me with you, I promise I'll be good."

The little girl looked up, her expression impeccably sincere.

"OK……"

After all, they would be family in the future, and Ding Heng simply couldn't bring himself to be ruthless.

Secretary Huang gave Baima a few final words of advice before she took a taxi and left.

Watching the taxi disappear around the street corner, Baima let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew—I almost held my breath and did a tracheotomy!"

His shoulders slumped, and the innocent look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a burst of dialect from his mouth.

She stretched her neck, rubbed her face, and then glanced at Ding Heng.

"Hey you, where did you park your car?"

Who is that?

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her.

Baima immediately became alert: "What are you doing?"

Ding Heng didn't speak, but suddenly waved behind her: "Secretary Huang, why are you back?"

Baima's expression changed, she straightened her back, put on a sweet smile, and her voice returned to its sweet tone.

"Brother, we're getting ready to go..."

Halfway through her sentence, Baima turned around and looked back.

It's completely empty; there's no Secretary Huang to be seen.

Baima turned around and glared fiercely at Ding Heng: "You lied to me!"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "Was it really necessary? We're family now, why are you still so hostile towards me?"

Baima, hands on her hips, said, "Who are you family? A snitch like you will never deserve my forgiveness! Do you know how much my allowance has shrunk since that day?"

Ding Heng, hands in his pockets, asked, "What did you say?"

"I'm saying you've made my allowance shrink!"

"Forward!"

"I'm calling you a scoundrel!"

"Go further ahead."

"Who's family with you!"

"Say it again, all together?"

"Who are you family? A snitch like you will never deserve my forgiveness! Do you know how much my allowance has shrunk since that day?"

Bai Ma was furious, hands on her hips: "Did you hear me clearly?!"

Ding Heng remained calm and composed as he took out his phone from his pocket. The screen displayed a hands-free call with Secretary Huang.

"Did you hear me clearly, Secretary Huang?"

"You, you, you...you're despicable!"

Baima's eyes widened, and she let out a mournful wail.

"Secretary Huang, please let me explain! I didn't mean it that way at all! Please don't tell my mom! My allowance and New Year's money..."

Ding Heng pressed the hang-up button, his smile seemingly harmless.

"My dear little sister, from now on, if you behave well and listen to your brother, I'll give you a big red envelope!"

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